After witnessing Eivor and Sigurd defeat Basim and suspend him in the Yggdrasil supercomputer beneath Hordaland, Norway,[106] Layla requested an immediate extraction.
- Layla: Becs, I'm coming out.
Layla slowly sat up on the Animus. Rebecca knelt by her, with Shaun standing close.
- Rebecca: Steady, Layla.
- Layla: Were you watching my feed? What the hell was all that?
Shaun touched his chin in thought.
- Shaun: I think that was the solution to our problem.
- Rebecca: Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Shaun nodded.
Remembering Desmond's autopsy files from her time with Abstergo, Layla was bewildered how he was involved.
- Layla: Desmond? Wh-What about him...?
Knowing there was much to say and little time to tell it, Shaun and Rebecca took Layla to the fire pit to sit and discuss their late friend.
- Shaun: He was just a bartender before he joined us. Not even a very good one! That's when he learned his real purpose. He was like a... I don't know, like a singularity. You know? A vanishing point. All of human history seemed to converge on him.
- Rebecca: In 2012, the sun threw off a mass coronal ejection so large, it should have wrecked all life on earth.
Layla nodded.
- Layla: I remember. I worked at Abstergo then.
- Rebecca: It was Desmond who saved us. He knew how to stop it.
Layla gave a sidelong glance and frowned, remembering Abstergo's spin on that event.
- Layla: Abstergo claimed credit for that. Something about their satellite network.
- Rebecca: That's bullshit. It was Desmond. He pulled the switch that saved the world.
Shaun stood up and walked a few steps away, then put his hand to his chin in realization.
- Shaun: But that switch is still on. Still generating a magnetic field, one that's growing stronger every day.
Layla closed her eyes in thought.
- Layla: The temple Eivor found... that's where the field originates.
Shaun turned around.
- Shaun: Exactly. And it's been running for eight years, getting stronger and stronger. It will be dangerous now. Heat, radiation.
Layla stood up.
- Layla: Doesn't matter. We have to fix it. Shut it down.
- Shaun: No, no no, slow it down. It's still protecting us.
- Layla: All of this is starting to make sense. Everything I've done, everything I have learned. It led me here to this moment.
Rebecca and Shaun looked at each other, then Shaun addressed Layla.
- Shaun: You'll need the staff for this one. For protection. Otherwise, you won't make it past the first gate.
Layla slowly nodded.
- Layla: Right, of course. Okay... I'm ready.
- Shaun: Okay. I'll pack the van.
Shaun walked into the cabin as Rebecca finally stood up.
- Rebecca: And I'll contact our ship. It can be in Boston Harbor by tomorrow night.
- Layla: Thanks, Becs.
Rebecca walked past. Layla revisited the runes near the lookout.
- Layla: Eivor carved these runes. Didn't know I could read these, but... that's the Bleeding Effect, I guess.
Layla returned to the cabin and talked to Rebecca at her computer station.
- Layla: Thanks for keeping it steady in there.
- Rebecca: You surf this thing better than anyone I know.
- Layla: That's not true, is it?
- Rebecca: Well, nearly. Be careful out there. And come back in once piece.
- Layla: Thanks, Becs.
Layla exited the cabin and met Shaun at the van.
- Layla: I'm ready.
- Shaun: It's a long way to Beantown. Hop in.
Hours later, Layla stood outside the underground door to the Yggdrasil chamber with the Staff of Hermes in its box at her feet.
- Shaun: Ah, good. Your signal's already a little bit wobbly. Are you inside?
- Layla: Not yet, but there's a hundred feet of ice above me.
- Shaun: All right, we may lose touch when you push through, so remember what we talked about. Watch your meters carefullt, for radiation especially. And keep the staff close.
- Layla: Got it.
- Shaun: Standing by.
Layla took the Staff from the box and held it for a moment, closing her eyes as she remembered the last time she had used it. Rising to stand facing the door, she planted the Staff at her feet and spoke the password to open the chamber.
- Layla: zrhwachày nàgkwat nsmæ br trrhwndi kwardæ, I sorhwlàs vras chnàkodi de, nsm huchràs réyzdéràæ chaz zàwomsi. (When the destruction and death threatens before us, and the solar flare is reaching, to the calculator of futures we run.)
The stone door slowly rose, grinding against its long-forgotten tracks.
Shaun's voice patched in, but was full of static the moment Layla crossed the door's threshold.
- Shaun: Good. And remember, do not shut the machine off, just slow it down. The field it generates must still protect the earth.
- Layla: I hear you.
The door slid back down, sealing Layla inside. Layla strapped the Staff to her back and stepped onto the elevator plate to ride it down.
- Layla: The elevator still works.
- Shaun: Ah! Seventy-five thousand years, what's another millennium or two.
The elevator continued descending.
- Layla: It's getting hotter already.
- Shaun: Yes, by our reckoning, it's gonna go up by about sixteen degrees Celsius.
- Layla: How does it draw so much power?
- Shaun: Tectonics is our best theory. The movement of the earth's crust, the churning lava beneath. Huge source of energy.
- Layla: That's tech humans should have. Energy, not pieces of Eden.
Shaun's voice came through, but filled with more static.
- Shaun: Well, when all this is over, we could get a start-up going. You know? Get a little workspace, buy a van. Just the three of us.
The elevator reached the bottom, showing Layla the large room covered in water vapor clouds and bathed in Yggdrasil's red warning light.
- Layla: Shit, you're breaking up, Shaun.
- Shaun: Say—say that again, please. You're breaking up.
- Layla: Forget it. I'll call you when I'm topside.
- Shaun: Why don't you try calling us when you're topside? We'll be right back.
- Layla: Here we go...
The elevator landed. Layla stepped off and through a doorway to see the entirety of Yggdrasil and its chamber. The earth tremored as she took in the sight.
- Layla: There you are. You're working overtime.
She turned left to access the bridge that Eivor and Sigurd had used, only to find the span was long broken.
- Layla: Must have collapsed when the ice melted.
She climbed onto a spar of rebar and jumped off, landing to slide down an angled bridge piece covered in rushing water.
Just before the ledge ended in a drop, Layla jumped onto a nearby platform.
She turned to crouch and enter a smaller room.
- Layla: A pool of water... from all that melted ice.
She jumped in and swam through a short hall to the other side, then climbed up on a platform and freeran to a higher floor. This also ended in a spar of rebar hanging in the air.
- Layla: Don't look down, don't look down.
Layla jumped and climbed the column directly across from her, leaped to another piece of rebar, and then began climbing a wall followed by a third column. She eventually came to the steps leading to Yggdrasil's branches.
- Layla: Why would anyone want to end their life here? Unless they thought it was just beginning.
She looked up and saw Basim, still preserved despite hanging from Yggdrasil for just over a millennium.
- Layla: Basim... after a thousand years, you're not looking so well.
Layla stepped into the center. She took the Staff of Hermes from her back on hearing the machine activate and quicly scanned for movement in the shadows.
- Layla: It's just like the Animus. It's just like the Animus. (breathing)
A mechanical arm reached down behind and attached itself to her neck through a subcutinous epidural, then lifted her body into the air. Spasming as the device took hold, Layla dropped the Staff to the ground, then went limp as the simulation began. She found herself in Valhalla's fields, but the land was filled with glitches.
- Layla: This is... this is Eivor's Valhalla. Or—or, a simulation of it. So what am I looking for? Will I know it when I see it?
She crossed the doors into the great hall, but saw it in ruins, benches and tables overturned and haphazardly stacked or floating in midair to block her way to Asgard. More glitches filled the air.
- Layla: Something feels off...
She turned around and saw that the empty battlefield was replaced by a wide expanse of nothing, in which three figures stood in the distance.
- Layla: What is this?
- Urdr: The past we spun...
- Verdandi: The present's done...
- Skuld: ...the future comes on faster.
Layla crossed the doorway again and walked to meet the digital representations of the Nornir.
- Layla: Are you doing this? Are you pushing this machine to its limit?
- Urdr: We will never end...
- Verdandi: So here we wend...
- Skuld: ...in fealty to our master.
One of the Norns began humming as Layla approached and saw that they were working at looms weaving blankets that changed pattern and size with every glitch.
- Layla: Who's your master? Is he here?
The Nornir did not answer and continued working, even as Layla stood in their midst and looked around.
A simulation of Basim materialized before Layla.
- Basim: They flatter me. I am only a guest in their world. A world spun of wishes and hopes.
Basim bowed his head in greeting.
- Layla: Basim... you sent the message. You led us to Eivor's grave.
- Basim: Yes. A hopeful message, was it not?
- Layla: How? You've been trapped here for a millennium. Eivor put you here.
Basim nodded.
- Basim: Indeed. But I'm not alone in this place. Not always. I have a friend who helps me. Together, we read the calculations. After we located Eivor's probable resting place, I contacted you.
Layla crossed her arms, wary of Basim's explanations.
- Basim: Through the digital lattice that enwebs this earth like a spider's nest. In our day, all the world was connected like this. A super-organism of technology. The staff you carry, the temples you have visited... all of it speaks as one. May I show you something?
Layla uncrossed her arms and motioned to the empty space around them.
- Layla: I imagine you can do anything you want in this place.
Basim waved a hand and a simulation of the chamber's sphere appeared between them, looking much like the Eye.
- Basim: Not as much as you might think. I am tethered to my body in a most uncomfortable way.
- Layla: But you can slow this machine down. You know how it works.
- Basim: Yes. We'll do it together, for another catastrophe is near at hand. This node of time has an ugly way of correcting itself. Go ahead.
Layla gave him a sidelong look.
- Layla: You're a hard man to trust. You must know that.
Basim shrugged.
- Basim: You're not obliged to trust me. But this is all I can offer.
Layla shook her head in frustration.
After a moment's hesitation, Layla put her hand on the sphere. It emitted a blinding flash of light, and when it faded, Basim was nowhere to be found, though his disembodied voice still echoed.
- Basim: Silence Urdr, Verdandi, Skuld. Be at ease. Your day of rest has come.
The Nornir spread their arms wide and looked upwards, relieved to finally be released from their work.
- Urdr: At peace...
- Verdandi: ...at last...
- Skuld: ...we rest.
With each of their last words, they disintegrated, leaving an irritated Layla alone in the expanse.
- Layla: Is that it? Is it done? Basim? Where are you?
A bright tree of light suddenly sprouted and grew in the distance.
She walked to the tree and saw that its branches resembled neural synapses. Its trunk, made up of the synapse tendrils all woven together instead of a solid core, was not rooted in the false ground, but narrowed to focus on a single point. As she drew closer, she saw the shape of a man made of light walking around the trunk.
- The Reader: Stop. Wipe everything. Run it again.
The tree shrunk down to the focal point and regrew as Layla finally reached the glowing gardener and took a look at the strange pair.
- The Reader: Layla. Hello.
Layla frowned in confusion.
- Layla: You know me?
- The Reader: Yes. Through the calculations I read, here in the Grey. Eight years ago, the odds of your arrival were fifteen trillion, fifty-five million, three thousand, two hundred and seventy-six to one.
Layla crossed her arms, unsure.
- The Reader: As the years passed by, those odds improved. And as of yesterday, near even. It's a pleasure to meet you at last.
Layla uncrossed her arms and stepped forward, looking over The Reader's shoulder.
- Layla: Who are you? And what is this?
- The Reader: I am the reader of the calculations. All these, possible futures for you and the world outside.
Layla crossed her arms as she listened to The Reader.
- The Reader: I have spent much of my new life reading these, searching for a way to finish everything we started so long ago. It begins here. You slow down this machine and save the world, from which point all possible futures expand.
Layla uncrossed her arms and gave The Reader a sidelong look.
- The Reader: Millions upon millions of possible roads.
The Reader turned back to face the tree again.
- The Reader: But in every one, another catastrophe recurs. The node collapses, and the world is wiped out. The human race dwindles, and fades. I must keep looking. I must find the solution for you. I must leave you with something.
The Reader stood at the tree's base and stared at its branches, then continued to walk around and look up as he followed branch paths with his "eyes". Layla stared at the tree's focal point.
- Layla: This node? This is right now, where I slow down this machine?
- The Reader: Yes. I start all my calculations from this point, the only thing I know for certain.
- Layla: That seems limiting.
- The Reader: How do you mean?
- Layla: What if you went back further, to 2012, when Desmond saved the world?
- The Reader: Desmond...
- Layla: What if he didn't save the world? What if he walked away and let the world burn? Look at those timelines. Read them instead.
- The Reader: I see. An interesting idea.
The tree shrunk down a second time and regrew, bigger and thicker than before, with some of the trunk's gold tendrils interwoven with separate blue-green ones.
- The Reader: Fascinating. Billions upon billions of new timelines to explore.
- Layla: Exactly. These are timelines that never came to pass. But they could have. If Desmond had let the world be destroyed, maybe the humans that survived would have learned something from the disaster. And maybe, in one of those timelines, they could have found a way to prevent it from happening ever again.
- The Reader: That is brilliant. How did you come to that idea?
- Layla: If you spend too much time narrowing down what is possible, you may never give another thought to the improbable.
Layla walked to stand beside The Reader.
- The Reader: Thank you for your insights, Layla.
- Layla: It's only the beginning. We have a lot of data to sift through.
- The Reader: Are you staying?
- Layla: Until we find something useful, I will. I don't want this to happen ever again.
- The Reader: You may not have much time, Layla. The machine is powered down, but the radiation... it will linger for decades. By my calculations, you have... seventy-three seconds before your exposure is lethal.
Layla gave a knowing look.
- Layla: I'm not worried, I have the Staff of Eden. It heals and protects.
The Reader responded sadly.
- The Reader: No... you do not.
Layla frowned, confused.
She sighed and hung her head, suddenly realizing what Basim's disappearance meant.
- Layla: Of course...
- The Reader: Of course?
- Layla: Fuck... All right. We'll find a solution together. However long it takes. And if that means I can never leave... so be it.
Layla stepped closer to the tree and closed her eyes, remembering everyone she would be leaving behind. When she turned to address The Reader, her voice broke as tears formed in her eyes.
- Layla: I owe this to the people that I... I hurt. And the people I love.
- The Reader: Yes. I know the feeling.
A glow spread over Layla's body from her feet and rising to her head, turning her into a being of pure light like The Reader.
- Layla: Let's get going, huh? A few billion timelines might take a while.
- The Reader: It will. But it will not feel like it. That is what I like about this place.
The two stood and looked at the tree to start their new project.
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